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MORE HASTE WORSE SPEED3NCE little Tom TouterHad such a fine pouterDetermined to ride him was heOne very fine dayHe mounted they sayAnd away flew the bird to the seaBut poor Tommy TouterWas sick of the pouterAs he thought of his toast and his teaAt last he came backWhen Tommy good lackWas as thankful as thankful could be0

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IDLE HANDS MAKE SAD HEARTSOU little beeCome play with meThe sunshine s warm and clearYou need not fearThe cold severeThe winter is not nearMy little maidI can t be stayedI must not lose to dayFor time you seeWon t wait for meBut sweeps the flowers away

WASTE NOT WANT NOTOUNG Mousy MouseHas made a houseOut of the farmer s cheeseAnd eats awayWith friends each dayAs jolly as you pleaseBut Mousy MouseDon t see her houseSoon swallowed up must beAnd with that houseGoes that poor mouseAs sure as sure can be

EARLY TO BED AND EARLY TO RISEOU naughty bird I want to knowWhy you so early riseAnd wake me when you know that IHave hardly closed my eyesWhy really dear said Cocky CrowI hear you with surpriseYou go to bed with other lambsAnd quickly shut your eyesSo when I sound my morning callBe quick my pet and riseFor that s the way to healthy beAnd wealthy love and wise

MORE HASTE, WORSE SPEED. 3NCE little Tom Touter Had such a fine pouter-Determined to ride him was he. One very fine day He mounted, they sayAnd away flew the bird to the sea. But poor Tommy Touter Was sick of the pouter, As he thought of his toast and his tea. At last he came back, When Tommy, good lack! Was as thankful as thankful could be. 0

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EARLY TO BED, AND EARLY TO RISE. OU naughty bird, I want to know Why you so early rise; And wake me, when you know that I Have hardly closed my eyes ?" "Why, really, dear," said Cocky Crow, "I hear you with surprise; You go to bed with other lambs, And quickly shut your eyes. "So when I sound my morning call, Be quick, my pet, and rise; For that's the way to healthy be, And wealthy, love, and wise."

IDLE HANDS MAKE SAD HEARTS. OU little bee, Come play with me, The sunshine's warm and clear; You need not fear The cold severe, The winter is not near. My little maid, I can't be stayed, I must not lose to-day. For time, you see, Won't wait for me, But sweeps the flowers away.

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WASTE NOT, WANT NOT. OUNG Mousy Mouse "Has made a house Out of the farmer's cheese, And eats away With friends each day, As jolly as you please. But Mousy Mouse Don't see her house Soon swallowed up must be. And with that house Goes that poor mouse, As sure as sure can be.